Chapter 111: The story of the manor and the tax collector
"Alas, he is so pitiful." The poet had tears in his eyes, revealing the delicate emotional side of a literary and artistic creator. "I sympathize with his plight, but I have no choice. I really love that poetic drama so much that in order to get it
, I am not afraid to break through all the laws and ethics in the world, just like two love rivals in a duel, either you die or I live."
"Yes, we romantics are so desperate and passionate!"
After listening to the poet's confession, Saratus groaned and made a pertinent evaluation of his soul: "My child, you have a lot of personality, but you are not crazy and depraved enough. There are many villains like you in the abyss.
Yes, most of them can grow into Quasai Demons. As for higher levels, it depends on your luck."
The quasai is the so-called "little devil", and its social status among the tanar'ri is only higher than that of the timid.
Saratus waved his hand and ordered the eagle demon deacon beside him to carry out the execution.
The Eagle Demon raised its talons, used "telekinesis", and closed the lid of the "Iron Maiden" from a distance.
Accompanied by a burst of screams, the "Poet Laureate" in "The Iron Maiden" was stabbed to death by numerous steel cones, and blood gurgled out from the gaps in the iron shell, staining the floor of the confessional red.
The next person to confess was a grey-haired, elegant old gentleman. He was a hereditary nobleman and a large and well-run farmer.
"Dear Father, I am a person who values family ties more than my own honor. I have a reputation for caring for my relatives, but sometimes I am too enthusiastic and it will inevitably cause trouble."
"Child, tell me, what does family love bring to you?"
"There are so many illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters that I can't even count them myself. It's so confusing that even the smartest minds in the world can't figure out the generational relationship between these children." The old gentleman complained distressedly.
"This is really interesting. Tell me, how did you start doing this?" Saratus smiled half-heartedly.
"It all started more than forty years ago, when I was a young boy spending summer vacation at my aunt's manor."
"That afternoon, I was playing with my two cousins in the attic. The weather was so hot and stuffy, so we took off our clothes and started playing around. As a result, the joke went too far. My two lovely cousins and I were more interested in family than anything else.
It adds a layer of more intimacy.”
"It was from that afternoon that I discovered that I had a special affection for the girls from my relatives, and I was eager to meet them candidly and deepen our family ties in the most primitive way."
"On the contrary, those women who are not related to me by blood, no matter how beautiful they are, cannot move my heartstrings."
"First I played this exciting and secret game with my two cousins, then my cousins, and cousins from other relatives, cousins and even aunts."
"I have maintained this strong love for many years. As I grow older, the people with whom I have deepened my affection for each other have gradually changed from elders and peers to younger generations, such as nieces and even granddaughters..."
"As the head of the family, I have fun with the girls who are related by blood. As a result, over the years, my children have reproduced in a mess... Alas, even the devil can't figure out this mess now!"
After telling his story, the respectable manor owner shook his head and sighed, with a sad look on his face.
The Enchanted Demon smiled slightly and commented on the depraved life of the manor owner: "My friend, your tireless pursuit of lust and your contempt for absurd ethics based on blood relations are worthy of praise. Your soul will have the opportunity to
Grow into a dream demon in the abyss."
The so-called "dream demon" is a male succubus.
Saratus waved his hand, and the vulture demon butler remotely controlled the "Iron Maiden" to close the lid. The manor owner who "valued family ties" was also killed by the steel cone, and his soul fell into the bottomless abyss.
The next person to make his deathbed confession was a hereditary tax collector. His fat body was filled with "iron virgins", and the iron chains could barely bind his overly plump belly.
This fat man doesn't have much interest in jewelry, art, or women. He joins the Hellfire Club just to have a big meal here every week.
The greatest pleasure in Mr. Tax Collector's life is to taste the world's delicacies.
"Father, I have tasted almost all the meals listed on the menus of big restaurants!"
“I’ve eaten so many good things, such as wine-soaked lamprey, smoked dodo, grilled dolphin, swan pie, and slices of air-dried unicorn ham paired with cheese made from mermaid lactofermentation…”
"Each of these delicacies is delicious in its own way, but after eating it a few times, I get tired of it and cannot satisfy my lofty pursuit of food for a long time."
"Until one day, I tasted a very tender stew at the house of a friend who was doing charity. The taste was more memorable than any delicacy I had ever tasted in my life..."
"After my persistent questioning, my friend Carl Freddy finally told the truth. It turned out that it was a private dish cooked by his wife, Mrs. Agatha Freddy, and the raw materials were taken from the last part of a full-term baby.
The tender piece of meat.”
"The Freddies insisted that they were just making full use of the abandoned baby abandoned at the door of the workhouse and making it into a delicious meal. It was better than letting the poor little orphan struggle to survive in the world and ending up like a stray dog.
Rather than die in the gutter, it would be better to satisfy the appetites of a decent man like me."
"At first I couldn't accept this cruel fact. I vomited all the stew I just swallowed on the floor, and ran away from Freddy's house in despair."
"However, when I got home, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that what Freddy and his wife did was very reasonable. The stew also made me unforgettable and had endless aftertaste. It was like an addiction and I couldn't help but want to eat it."
"I barely managed to survive a week, and then I went back to see Freddy and his wife, and gave them a large check. It was nominally a donation to the workhouse, but actually it was food expenses."
"From then on, I could enjoy a delicious stew every week. Until half a year ago, the kind Freddy and his wife were unfortunately killed, and no one could cook this delicacy for me anymore."
"Oh, Father, appetite is the driving force that motivates people to be positive. In order to eat this dish again, I had to do it myself. I spent a lot of money and manpower to search for raw materials suitable for stew, and also studied my cooking skills.
, cooked by myself, and after many experiments, I finally perfectly reproduced Mrs. Freddie’s specialty dish. I am proud of myself!”
After listening to the tax collector's story about the experience of eating babies, Saratus nodded appreciatively.
"After listening to your story, I seem to have enjoyed a sumptuous spiritual meal! Dear Mr. Gourmet, I am optimistic that your soul will be favored by the will of the abyss, and in the form of a 'soul-eating demon', it will be obtained in the blood pool of the abyss.
